I've been asked a few questions, so I will answer them now for all to read: We were kind of planning this. We stopped preventing it in January and had the mind set that if it happens, it happens and if it doesn't, it doesn't. I do not know my due date. I will find out May 27th and I will let you know. I want to know the sex of my baby. I have had no morning sickness. I just get bad indigestion and headaches at night.
My mother would like to have a blog poll for her grandmother name. Currently, we call her MeMaw as a joke and she refuses to be called anything "grandmotherish." I will be talking with her soon to get options for her name and will get back with you to see what you think is the best name for my mom. If you don't know her, she still acts like a kid and laughs really hard any chance she gets. MeMaw or anything of the sort will NEVER fit her, even when she is 103 years old.
If you are wondering about the purpose of the title...I ate a pickle a couple weekends ago. I have never put a pickle in my mouth but I had my eye on that pickle and had to have it. I'm not craving pickles, I just haven't been able to get my mind off that pickle. That pickle and my horrible indigestion that makes my entire torso feel like it's on fire were the evidence for being pregnant, before I ever took the test. I can't eat onions or anything thing with onions in it. And, Poppyseed...that's how we refer to our sweet little gift. Assuming I'm 6 weeks along (updates from babycenter.com), Poppyseed's heart is beating. Ahh...that makes me ecstatic and so humbled, to think that this little being inside of me already has a beating heart :) Unbelievable. Now, let's just hope that the HPT's are reliable because I have now told the world :)
**Update--we want twins. Preferably 2 boys, we have names picked out. But this is probably highly unlikely.